Foreword Marsh

I was sitting in a lobby,

My child was playing Madden,

In walked a woman,

Her view was very candid,

Amidst these lines she sat down,

Hadn’t seen her before around town,

This opportunity was why I presented myself,

Crossing her legs I began to melt,

Children feel much more than U think,

In an instant my son looked at me an blinked,

A constant figure that unlocks the pliers,

Releasing the grip she so desires,

My child understood the presence would shake,

Endeavored by the woman I could take,

Remembering his mom and the looks that would kill,

The dilemma was the cause of me to chill,

This may seem a bit crazy at first,

But along with desire it becomes a curse,

Knowing that the lobby is a gateway to hell,

Tear factors of mama is enough to sale,

The product of my child begins the path,

In the fatherhood schemes of a bloodbath.